Colors of breath and breeze
grey and blue and green
like trees whose leaves
trace patterns of pressure
map the caresses
of wind.

Pacific sighing
cold and gentle
propels cumulus snowdrifts
across my azure window to space.

Against this canvas,
brighter blues,
concrete beige and grey,
and a dozen cheeky pastels
define the form of San Francisco.

From towers tall, some still climbing,
She undulates across the land
sends buildings up steep hillsides
stopping short of summits adorned with emerald trees.

Hilltops and sidewalks rustle
dark green accents
visualize breath,
process city gases and bear
sweet fresh air.

In me, out me, all about me
air currents and airwaves
convey life and purpose.

The city hums,
laid out beneath infinite blue
I feel the current.